Part Seven of my series on Colour.
Our lives are made in these small hours
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours still remain — Little Wonders, Rob Thomas, musician
There is a keyboard riff of a tune by one of my favourite bands which I know by heart. (To listen, click on the link below.) It just so happened to fit the chord progression of a song at yesterday’s service. I didn’t realize this until I started improvising to create a long musical backdrop to the leader’s impromptu prayer which he felt called to pray before leading everyone into the song.
This took me by surprise. Not so much the impromptu prayer, for musicians have to be prepped for this kind of contingency, but that the riff matched the chordal structure of the song and that I played the riff without thinking twice whether it would fit. It was almost taking a risk, yet my fingers seemed to move automatically as if obeying some instinct I did not recognize at the time. More important, this unassuming riff, which I had not played for months, suited the mood of the moment; people were able to press in, without distraction, into the Holy of Holies.
It wasn’t as if I was playing terrifically well, either, so don’t get me wrong here. I was merely a channel, a means, through which the King could have His way with His people.
It just so happens that the colour of the tune by Keane, is without a doubt, purple. And this experience I described is also purple in its tones of wonder for I stand amazed that the little I know can be inexplicably used by the King of kings, can sound as if it came, not from the instrument, but elsewhere, perhaps from the heavenly places of our Lord.
Time is purple
Just before night
When most people
Turn on the light —
But if you don’t it’s
A beautiful sight.
Excerpt of What is Purple? by Mary O’Neill
Watch the Bedshaped video from Keane here.